Dance for Me

39

ANDY'S POINT OF VIEW:

Life can be fucked up, you know? I never thought I'd find someone I'd actually love. Someone who I'd want by my side day in and day out. My boyfriends of the past were basically fuck buddies to me. I never became attached. But as I barely start my career as the leader of Gemini Souls, I fucking fall in love. Hard. To this brown eyed beauty, such a delicate human being. I may have not been the one to take his innocence away but I did take his actual virginity. He sleeps in my bed, wearing my clothes, I actually sleep better with him against my chest. I almost have a panic attack when I'm not with him.

How can I find love after 24 years and then the universe wants to take him away from me again? He's done nothing wrong, he deserves to be loved. I'll give him every chance of my love. He doesn't deserve this pain. This suffering.

I'm in the waiting room pacing back and forth, the anger I feel inside is literally making me shake. I can feel it all the way to my finger tips. Whoever did this is fucking dead. This is war. My hands are aching to fucking kill.

James is on the phone seeing if Austin can make any connections on who did it in the meantime. Fucking Ricky still hasn't been found so I'm wondering if he was killed first? I didn't see his body but I wasn't really looking for it anyways.

It feels like we have been in this waiting room forever, hell even the other people in here are silent as a fucking mouse while we've been ranting on phone calls. Oops? A doctor finally comes in and calls his name, my heart feels so fucking jittery I'm scared. I can't lose my baby...

"First off, he's going to be okay, so relax on that. Please sit down though, I need you to understand what's going on."

Oh thank fucking God! I shakily drop myself into a chair, not even considering how menacing I probably look when I'm standing.

"Now for the scary stuff. He did flat line once being here but we did bring him back rather quickly. He's on oxygen for now but he will not need it long term at all. Just know with what is going on, he will make a full recovery physically. He does have blood shot eyes from the pressure of strangulation and he does have bruising around his face, especially his neck.

What we look for is to see if he suffered a stroke during this and luckily he did not. His throat is fine but will be sore, his voice is rather raspy but in due time it'll get better. He did suffer three broken ribs from CPR but as scary as that sounds, it just means you were doing it right. It unfortunately happens. None of them punctured his lungs so honestly with what he went through, he's one of the lucky ones. We are going to keep him overnight for observation but as long as he keeps his stats where they are, he can go home tomorrow."

"Shit...okay, wow," is all I can manage to say. Yeah it's a good fucking thing I'm sitting, I feel so overwhelmed.

"Since he was almost murdered, it's more than likely he will suffer from PTSD, therapy would be a good start and possibly medication if need be. However he is awake and asking for you, just be gentle and calm when you go see him, okay?"

Yeah...I guess neither me or James have been calm in here, yelling profanities on the phone and threatening lives. I find myself numbly stumbling into his room, but once I see him try to move I rush to his side quickly. I grab his face and look him over, oh god baby! His beautiful brown eyes, perfect huge brown eyes, completely overtaken by dark red blotches of blood. But can he see okay with that? Parts of his face has small circular bruising all over, and his neck, oh fuck his poor fucking neck, you can see clear as day dark finger prints.

"Baby," I whisper, feeling tears creep up on me. I've never cried this fucking much in my life!

"Andy," he whispers, shutting his eyes with tears falling down instantly. His little voice is barely there, he always had a bit of a raspy voice but this is to the extreme.

"I'm here sweetie, I'm here," I rub his head just the way he likes it, making sure not to get in the way of the oxygen mask. "You are okay, I promise. You are doing wonderful baby."

"I thought I'd never see you again," he quietly sobs, oh god I can't take his tears it's splitting me in half. "They tried to kill me Andy."

"Who baby?"

"Someone named Jonny," he sniffles. "Said I owe him 30k and how I'm responsible for his people going missing. Andy...what do you want me to do when the cops ask?"

My mouth drops a bit. If it were me or anyone if my gang, we know not to respond or make up some bullshit. We don't involve police presence at all. We deal with it ourselves. But I could never ask that of Remi. He isn't us, what he went through is real...fuck! I don't know...

"It's up to you babe," I whisper to him as I rub his scalp. "If it were me, I couldn't, but baby it's okay if you do."

Remi nods slightly, tears still running down his face. "I can tell them I don't remember, but will you make sure it gets dealt with? Please? I'm so scared..."

Oh thank god. "Baby, I promise you with my life, I will deal with it. I will get to the bottom of it and kill everyone involved. You won't have to worry okay? I don't even know why you didn't have Ricky with you but I'll be the one to accompany you from now on babe. No matter what."

"Can you just hold me...please?"

I get behind him in his bed and hold him tight, kissing the side of his face while he sobs, shaking and fearful. I can't believe he's alive...but I'm going to fucking kill whoever did this.